you come to me on the day that i am so sleepy and ask me for a newsletter?
i watched the godfather this week
Well, well, well. Look who’s back for another fantastic chef’s kiss Circle Back newsletter. Ah, I bet you thought I was talking about YOU, but I was really talking about me. I am back for another newsletter. I keep telling my ghostwriter that I really enjoy their work and that they’re really good at sounding like what people think I sound like. They really deserve to get paid for this, but it’s an unpaid internship. I told the ghostwriter that they’ll get school credit, but they keep reminding me that they are not in school. Sest la vye!
Sometimes when I write these weekly newsletters (every time), I wonder if people actually enjoy reading them. I always wonder if people think the writing is good or if it needs more work or if it’s speaking to everyone’s souls and is being hashtag relatable. Every week I wonder this! Then I think, What am I talking about? I’m the greatest writer in the world! I’m so good at spelling! My grammar is gooder than yours! I am so creative! And then I get a text from the gods and:
I am humbled. Sometimes, you just need to hear the truth from the giver who birthed you.
Anyway, I don’t have a lot to write about this week because all I can think about after watching the Coachella live stream of Harry Styles surprising the audience with Shania Twain is the fact that in my 25 years of living and memorizing the lyrics every Shania Twain song, I have yet to see Shania Twain in concert. This is a situation that almost feels illegal. One time I thought I bought tickets to her show, but then I got a package in the mail. In the package was The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, which totally makes sense now because there is no way those tickets were only $11.99. So embarrassing. All I’m saying is that you don’t go sing Man I Feel Like A Woman at a karaoke pub in Dublin and NOT win tickets to her show. And yeah, maybe that was not part of the agreement between the karaoke host and myself, but the way I sang that song that night deserved backstage passes to Shania’s Vegas residency, okay? One day you will all agree with this.
Today, I woke up at 5 am to cheer on a couple of my friends running in the Brooklyn Marathon. It’s so wild to think that people are doing different things than you are at the same time. Like, for example, while my friends were running for miles and miles around New York City in order to prepare for today’s marathon, I was watching Degrassi: The Next Generation in my room. And while my friends were stretching and eating the right foods in order to prepare for the marathon, even more, I was putting too much salt in my pasta and waking up in the middle of the night to a charley horse in both of my calves and thinking that the only way to stop this pain was to amputate. We’re all doing different things at the same time!
But it really is so inspiring to watch people run a marathon. Everyone is there to do the same thing. And we’re all there to not only cheer on our very skilled friends but also cheer on every single person who runs by. Everyone is inspiring. Everyone is also crying and throwing up, according to one of my marathon-running friends who said, “Shit started to get real human at mile 21.” And for the rest of us watching, we’re all trying not to complain about our backs hurting from standing and waiting to see our friends for two seconds as they run by. We’re all struggling at least a little bit on marathon day. Will I ever run a marathon, you ask? Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaha.
I have been feeling so sleepy recently. Part of it is allergies, part of it is worrying about getting the rona, part of it is being an adult, and part of it (but a very, very small part) is being so bad at time management. Very small part. But this is the life I have chosen to live — a life of being 25 and just, like, doing cool stuff all the time obviously (watching Degrassi: The Next Generation). So, I must accept the consequences and handle this sleepiness the only way I know how: I wash the face, I drink the coffee, I fall asleep on the train and miss my stop, I live the day, and then I do it all again the next day. One day, I will learn to drink more water and sleep longer. But until then, there will be no sleep till Brooklyn, and there will be lots of jokes that don’t work because I will be too tired to tell them right.
Alright, well, as I said, the Shania Twain thing has really taken most of my days, so I’m not gonna bore you all with my opinions on any of the trending topics of the week. It’s too beautiful of a day in New York for me to not be out there enjoying it! Next week, I promise I will write a 20-minute newsletter on which one of my W*rby P*rker glasses is my favorite and why. This will make up for the short newsletter I have forced you all to read tonight. I will end this week’s with some photos I took of pretty buildings in good ol SoHo:
Oh, wow, sorry about that. I thought this was an original. MAJOR typo!
Love the architecture photos!
ALWAYS FUNNY!